14-year-old Zack Thornwood's life is turned upside down one day after baseball practice when he spots an 8-fingered man with a hole in his head disappear into the ground. Hole-in-Head Man is quickly followed by Xander Moon, a self-titled 'Hunter of the Dead' who explains that there are tons of dead people walking around pretending not to be dead. They look alive, they act alive, but they are most definitely not alive, and this is most definitely not a good thing.
Xander gives Zack the ability to tell the dead from the living through their unique odor (he smells dead people) and the two follow Hole-in-Head Man (whose name is Gus) into an ancient tomb hidden underground in the middle of suburbia. There they beat Gus to the prize contained within--a squishy spleen. The spleen is one of the legendary 14 Pieces that, when assembled, create The Osiris Machine which will bring about the end of the world.
Zack tries to go back to his normal life, but when Gus tries to kill him in the middle of a playground, he discovers the Deadly Dead are not through with him just yet. When Zack touched the squishy spleen, the location of the next Piece of the Osiris Machine was more or less downloaded into his brain. Gus and the people he works for, including the mysterious and utterly evil Miss Bubbles, want that information, and they will stop at nothing to get it. 
The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead is created by David Neilsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead

The faint glow from the flame atop my torch revealed walls of stone carved with every manor of symbol, glyph, and doodle. I tried to remember what Xander had taught me about these back when we explored our first tomb, but the only thing that came to mind was a general warning to stay away from any carved phalluses.


Behind me, Sally followed wide-eyed, her grip tight in mine. I suppose my bringing a six year-old girl down into this death temple might strike some as being a poor choice, but in my defense, I didn’t have many alternatives and she was already dead. I kept a sharp eye out for any stone on the ground that seemed out of place - I didn’t want to be inadvertently skewered by a centuries-old booby trap - but the floor was smooth, no protrusions, nothing on the ceiling ready to come down and crush us. It was all too easy. Which is normally right when things go wrong.


Chapter 42: The Man With the Badly-Dented Head